I live with my eyes closed
Pretending I'm unaware of my wounds
Doing it all automatically so I don't think
But it's about time
How much of a life can a being forsake and waste
So conscious and unconscious?
Open your eyes, darling.
There is beauty out there
And much more than sorrow to feel.
Foto aleatória por mim. Aula de canoagem; Fevereiro 2024.